37 Days Remain!!!!!

Guatemala so far has looked like

-camfires & smore’s

-painting

-hanging out of the bus

-shampoo exploding on all my clothes

-rooftop coffeeshops

-hammock hangs

-vanilla chai

-playing spoons 

-a sad broken blender

-baking

-SO MANY FLIES

-farmers market

-real talk

-nerts

-movies 

-cold cloudy mornings

-the loud clicking of our metal doors

-CRAZY crowded chicken buses

-piñata’s on the chicken bus

-chickens on the chicken bus

-spiders & June bugs in my bed

-chocolate covered bananas

-conversations with our students

-soaking in the sun

-a chihuahua named cheese puff

-sunsets over the volcanoes

this is one of our students Eduardo who is beyond brilliant. He is in one of the highest level english classes and is the youngest in his class. He wants to live in Italy when he grows up & his favorite class is English class at (our school SALEA) he also incredibly good at art.

and this is one of our other students Daniella, who is in college and wants to go into full time ministry traveling into small villages all around Guatemala 

A word that has been on my mind a lot lately is REMEMBER.

As home is drawing so very near, and as the race is coming to a close, (37 days to be exact) so many moments are shifting into golden memories. Sitting in random churches every night, dark, cold and dusty Nepal, long drives home, the slums, the orange kitchen in Lesotho, card games with our brothers Yon and Jaime, Christmas parties, saree’s, squatty potties, mosquitoes, metal bunk beds, trips to the hospital. All these memories and more, things I thought I’d long forgotten are constantly flooding my mind. Dirt homes, slums, illness, death, slavery, temples and idols, poverty, orphans, the change in your heart, my light that shines into and through all of this, remember your journey, that you are changed, not the same, a new creation. Remember my hand that has been at work, weaving it all together, from the time you were young all the way up until now. Remember my fingerprints that are all over your life, look back and see. But also look forward & know that my fingerprints are there too, preparing a way. Though you don’t know what home will look like I am there too, preparing a way. 

“Light is precious, come closer dear daughter, sit here with me atop this hill under the shade of my love. Let’s watch “how pleasant it is to see a new day dawning.” The darkness slowly shifting into beautiful colors, completely transformed continually further and further illuminated. The stars and moon once hinted at the coming light, now, the full glory revealed. Look daughter, look at this glorious display. Oh how remarkably pleasant to see A NEW DAY DAWNING.” 

Going home, beginning a new journey, is so scary, this life on the race, these people, it has all become normal life to me. And so very soon a new day will be dawning. But I can trust that it will be remarkably pleasant. I can say yes, and step out with a heart of obedience simply because He says so. Not having to understand but being filled with faith.

Our yes and our stepping out will always be followed by his abundant provision. He invites us in to His movement, into His work, it is such a divine privilege to have the Spirit within us, beckoning us to build the kingdom, to join hands, walk alongside, and invite others into this journey too. 

Like a newly hatched sea turtle on land, we are called to something much bigger, a vast ocean before us, waves crashing, feeling so small and incapable against what lies ahead. But we waddle and crawl our way forward. Though it may appear more dangerous it is where we truly belong. His Spirit beckons us to COME like the calling of the waves crashing on the shore. HE MAKES US BRAVE.

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